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dae-ho and hyun-ju, come home, the kids miss you

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Welcome! I don't know how you found this account, but I'm glad you're here anyway.

⤷ weird girl trying to hone her writing skills by writing fanfiction. she/her. reqs are open (but don't expect too much).

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lowkey me w my daeho series 💔💔 i have so many ideas and i don't know where to go w the story so it's just sitting in my drafts 😔

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sweetest high

pairing: nam-gyu x reader content warning: profanity, smut, light degradation, PinV, oral (m!receiving), violence, death, mention of drugs and drug use, shitty ending

a/n: can you tell this is my first time writing smut? anyway this was all written while i was sitting in a pool

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Anyone from Club Pentagon’s staff could tell you one thing about him; Nam-gyu was hostile to everyone. No one knows how he got hired with how he acted, but damn was he good at his job. Every night, without fail, the club was full of people looking to dance and drink themselves numb. The dance floor was never empty, and the bar was always crowded. Even if he put up this facade for people looking to try out the club, there was always a hint of distrust in his eyes. Not that the patrons noticed— too inebriated to care. 

As soon as he was out of those people’s sight, his stupid, wide smile would drop. He hated niceties. 

Yes, Nam-gyu was hostile to everyone. But you didn’t know that. Because somehow, you had gotten through to him without even having said a single word. The second he saw you working behind that bar, shaking and mixing drinks for sleazy people and offering polite smiles to people who didn’t deserve to see it, he was hooked. But he didn’t have a particular reason why, he just… was. To him, you were more tempting than the white powder in the little baggies that he distributed to keep people coming back. More tempting than the colorful pills that were delivered to the club in bulk. Just for you, he’d been a little more tolerant of people just because he didn’t want to scare you away. 

You were like sandpaper, dulling his sharp edges down every time you rubbed against him. Literally.

To him, you were the sweetest person ever— in more ways than one. You were sweet when his head was shoved in between your thighs, lapping at your core desperately like a dog. You were sweet when you took care of him during the crashing lows, when he’d relapsed again after promising to be sober for you. Even when you left after having had enough of his empty promises, he couldn’t bring himself to truly hate you. It was easy to let his mouth run and to call you every name under the sun, but when the night came? Every inch of his body screamed for you more than it did for the pills. He didn’t think you were someone who had debt. The second his eyes landed on you in the lobby of these death games you had signed up for, he was making a beeline for you and dragging you back to the corner where he and a familiar purple-haired guy had settled. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Nam-gyu asked, his voice low as he unconsciously gripped your arm tighter than he intended to. “Same as all of us here,” you scoffed, pulling your arm away from his grip. 

“No. I don’t believe you. You’re not that type of person. Now tell me the truth.” Your resolve faltered at his blunt words. He was right. You didn’t have debt, per se, but your father did. The bastard piled it all up and bolted, leaving your poor mother to pay it all off. Now she was sick and unable to work— and those debt collectors couldn’t care less if she was on her last breath. 

So now, you are here. You were desperate, and willing to make it out of these games alive to relieve your mother of the debt piled on her. 

Your shoulders slumped a little, sighing. 

“My mother’s sick,” you could barely bring yourself to mumble. He didn’t need to hear any more, only sighing softly and running his palm over his face. That night, Nam-gyu insisted that you sleep in his bed, no matter how cramped it may be. He told you that it was for your own safety. You acquiesced, laying as still and tense as a log under the blanket he’d pulled up for the both of you. 

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“Where are you going?” he mumbled sleepily, eyes adjusting in the dark as he felt the bed dip as you stood, his hand immediately reaching for you.

“Restroom.” “I’ll come with you.” “...Fine,” you sighed, knowing he would have followed even without your approval. 

You could hear your faint footsteps in the eerie quiet of the lobby, and the halls leading to the restroom. He trailed behind you, an arm’s length of distance between you. Like he wanted to touch you but was scared of you pulling away again when he’s just gotten you back. 

“What’re you doing? This is the women’s bathroom, Nam-gyu.” 

“I know.” Nam-gyu responded, staying in place— leaning against one of the many doors in the restroom. 

“Damn it,” you muttered under your breath, his cheekiness getting under your skin, “I don’t want you to listen to me piss, Nam.” His breath hitched at the nickname. He hadn’t heard you call him that in such a long time. Being called that made all the blood in his body rush to his cock like a goddamn sleeper agent. He shoved his hands in his pockets, standing at an angle he hoped would hide his fucking hard-on, scoffing. “You’re embarrassed about pissing now, huh? You weren’t so shy when I fucked you in the Club’s bathroom—”

You cut him off as you slammed the door to one of the stalls, opting to just do your business as quietly and quickly as possible. 

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You finished and went out to wash your hands in one of the sinks, almost missing Nam-gyu’s absence. You didn’t hear the restroom’s entrance open and shut, you were certain. Wiping your hands on the turquoise jacket you were dressed in, you debated just going back to the lobby without him. You thought maybe he actually already went back. 

Your hand was already grasping the handle of the door, about to open it when you hear it: a subtle, breathy sound of someone whimpering your name. Not just someone— Nam-gyu. 

You tensed, feet staying planted on the floor where you stood. Your hand dropped to your side, stepping carefully away from the door as you went towards the abnormal allure of the call of your name. You stood in front of the stall where you heard the noises amplify, hand pushing the door open. You wanted to feel appalled at the sight, you really did, but… 

His pants were pushed down to his ankles as he sat on the closed toilet, slender hand wrapped around his own cock. The moment you opened that door, his eyes connected to yours, but he never relented on his pace. He kept going, a smile even tugging on his lips. That evil fucking grin, teeth bared with amusement as he put on a show for you. 

“Fuckin’ missed you,” he panted out with along with a soft moan of your name. 

“Don’t just stand there, princess. I know y’wanna help me.” 

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You don’t even know how fast you got on your knees. It felt like you just singlehandedly threw away all your self respect the second you saw him like that. 

“A-ah, shit, just like that,” he hissed blissfully, easing your mouth upon his length, hand flying to your hair to push your head down. As a small gag erupted within you, a breathy whine left his lips. Your hands trailed up his bare thighs to assist yourself, one hand on the base of his shaft and gripping it pleasurably. 

“You're s-still so good at it— fuck,” Nam-gyu all but whined, with the stroke of your tongue along the underside of his shaft. The warmth of your mouth, added with the residual effects of whatever Thanos gave him… Fuck, it was so much better than getting high again. 

His hand gripped at your locks to pull you off his dick, your lips releasing the pale pink tip with a small ‘pop!’. 

“Need’a be inside your pussy again, wait.”

He stood up and pushed you against the wall of the stall, two fingers dipping in the garter of your tracksuit’s pants and pulling it down as low as his were. 

A strangled moan left your lips as he pushed himself inside you, not a single finger to prep you for anything. Both your hands settled on the wall, both a few inches beside your head to find purchase as Nam-gyu began a desperate pace. 

Each blow of his hips sent you forward, your cheek pressed against the cold tile. His hands gripped at your waist harshly, perhaps enough to leave bruises, while his cock went in and out of you at a mean, glitchy pace. 

“Still s’tight for me, babe, ah–” he gripped your hips tighter, “So wet for me, too.” Shit, you didn't even notice. 

“N-Nam—” the beginnings of a moan of his name left your lips, cut off by your own whine. 

“Fuck, I really hope the g-guards can hear— hear us,” Nam-gyu chuckled through gritted teeth, “Let ‘em hear how much of a fucking slut you are for me, huh?” 

“Nam-gyu, ah, p-please–”

“Already close?” he breathed out shakily as he went harder, deeper, letting your mouth run with needy little squeals, “Kn-knew you were desperate for this dick, hah– bet those t-two months you were gone, you kept thin-thinking of me fucking you like this, huh?” 

It was mostly Nam-gyu who did that, truthfully. 

Soon, you found yourself holding back whimpers laced with pleasure, gummy walls spasming around his cock rested deep within you. He soon followed after, spurts of his hot come filling you up. 

Nam-gyu's breaths were heavy, chest pressed against your back as the two of you took a moment to recover. He let go of your hips, in favor of wrapping his arms around your torso that was coated with a thin sheen of sweat. 

“Gonna get the both of us out of here, alright?” he murmured against the side of your neck, lips pressing against them between every word to emphasize them. Each kiss an unspoken promise to keep you safe until that piggy bank high up on the ceiling had enough for at least one billion for each of you, then you would get out. 

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You pushed your shaky hands inside the pockets of your jacket as your ‘group’ was walking back to the lobby after the third game. You were aware, from the first round, that these were death games. You knew that choosing to stay was a wish for death. So why were you so shaken up? 

…You knew why. 

You saw how easily one of you was kicked from the so called ‘team’ you were a part of. Gyeong-su. One round called for a group of six, one less person of your group’s total. That purple-haired lunatic, or Thanos, as he insisted to be called, spun his head around rapidly as if to assess who was going to be separated, before quite literally kicking him out and finding the rest of you a room. You let yourself get practically dragged by Nam-gyu, but you couldn’t tear your eyes off him, the poor guy. You saw him long enough to see him freeze up, clearly not having expected to be the odd one out. 

That could’ve been you. Thanos knew you as well as he knew Gyeong-su. If it weren’t for the fact that Nam-gyu showed mild interest in you around him at best, you would have been kicked out too. The image of your mother having no one left to help her if you died was more than convincing for you to vote to leave. 

The money accumulated in the piggy bank held up to the ceiling, once divided, would only be enough to cover at least half, if not more, of your father’s debt. It might not be enough, but it would be a weight lessened on you and your mother’s shoulders. 

Nam-gyu loomed behind you, hands on your shoulders and leaning down to whisper what you dreaded: “You’ll vote O again, right? Just one more game, baby.”

You could feel his eyes on you once you started walking towards the front of the lobby, where you would publicly cast your vote. Min-su and Se-mi already voted X, and that in itself was betrayal. Nam-gyu’s eyes were dark as he kept an eye on you, daring you to make the same choice as them. 

The X button’s red light casted upon your face as you made your vote, ripping the blue patch off your jacket’s chest and replacing it with the red one to designate what you voted for. You didn’t dare look back where you once stood, knowing what was waiting for you. You stood beside Se-mi, who gave you a slight smile. 

“Good choice. I thought you’d follow after your boyfriend.” “He’s not my boyfriend. Never was,” you responded. Se-mi chose not to speak again after that, instead giving you a look. 

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You couldn’t sleep that night. You didn’t even eat, opting to give today’s meal away to another player without having opened it. You laid in your bed, tense, and even a bit nauseous as the events of earlier replayed in your head. A fight broke out in the bathrooms just before lights out, with Nam-gyu himself having announced that someone from your side attacked them. Of course, this was disputed by someone else on your side. 

There was a horrible, sour feeling resting within your gut. Something was going to happen. Something felt wrong. 

And wouldn’t you know it— you were right. 

Those motherfuckers from the O side attacked every single person in sight. You were placed on a lower bed, with the rate in which they were attacking, you knew you were fucked. But you tried to hide, nonetheless. You had to stay alive for your mother. 

But your fate was soon sealed as you felt a hand wrap around your ankle as you attempted to climb up to the higher beds. The man slammed you down as hard as he could to the floor, and just by that, you could already feel your own blood rushing out from where your skull cracked. But that wasn’t enough, not for your attacker, as he felt it appropriate to decorate your neck and your torso with stab wounds from a fork. 

The last thing you ever saw was your attacker being kicked away as well. The last thing you ever thought was how sorry you were, to your mother. An apology she would never get to hear. 

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Nam-gyu, with all his intoxicated might, kicked the man away from you. He was covered with the blood of multiple people on your side, yet here he was— stuffing his fork in the neck of your attacker, taking it out, and doing it again. As if it would save you. As if it would save him the guilt. He didn’t stop, not until he caught a glance of your corpse in the corner of his eye under the flickering lights. 

He stayed beside you, taking your body to a corner and holding you. Holding you the way he should have when he could. The metallic smell of blood barely bothered him anymore, but it smelled a lot stronger and dizzying now that it was yours. 

“You stupid bitch,” he breathed out shakily, both hands cupping your face, “You should have stayed with me, could’ve given you everything.” 

Your eyes were half-lidded, lifeless. Nam-gyu felt like his stomach was in his throat. He couldn’t stand seeing you like this.  You were limp and heavier, something that he didn’t recognize. It wasn’t you, just what was left of you. He knew you when you squirmed and whined underneath him, and when you held him and took care of him. 

Carefully, he laid your body down on the floor once more. He opened the cross he’d snatched away from Thanos’ neck just hours prior, taking another of the colorful pills. Kneeling beside you, he’d open your jacket, searching for something to hold onto, keep him grounded while he was as high as a kite. 

Around your neck was your jade coin necklace. Nothing fancy, at first glance— but it was real jade. You could have pawned the necklace for extra money, but you didn’t. And he knew why. It was the first token of affection he’d given you. You called him stupid for giving you something as expensive as that when you two weren’t even an item  he was already in debt. 

“Knew you still loved me,” he chuckled, pocketing the necklace. There was nothing funny about it, but he still found himself laughing. 

Every step he took to walk away from you felt heavy. But he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself by sobbing like an idiot over your dead body. He only watched from his spot on the other side of the room while the guards collected every single dead body and placed each of them in the ribboned boxes. 

“She was just a good fuck, nothing more,” He told himself over and over, until it stuck, trying to ignore the better part of him that wanted to grieve you.

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hey, love the way u write in ur dae-ho series! would u pls write for nam-gyu and reader too (nfsw —> angst)? basically, she doesn't make it out of the games... oneshot or series is fine, tyyyyy 😊 just feel like there's not enough or could be more angst about my man 🖤

already a wip, pooks!

update: already done!! access the fic here

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squid game

kang dae-ho nam-gyu choi su-bong | thanos park gyeong-seok park min-su choi woo-seok cho hyun-ju

house of the dragon

aegon ii targaryen rhaenyra targaryen

— reqs are open, nsfw or not !

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my masterlist!

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squid game

kang dae-ho — everybody loves a winner (so nobody loved me) - series masterlist

nam-gyu — sweetest high ; oneshot

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stranger things (discontinued.)

billy hargrove — fearless - series masterlist (discontinued)

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alice in borderland (discontinued)

chota segawa — condiment frozen yogurt ; oneshot

kodai tatta — dating hc's — nsfw hc's

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Everybody Loves A Winner (So Nobody Loved Me) : series masterlist

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho x reader, minor Nam-gyu x reader (kinda) 

Synopsis:

Your life, like 455 others, have gone to shit. Drowning in student debt despite having graduated years ago, you didn’t quite think it through when a man clad in a suit, bearing a suitcase full of money, offered you a way to earn more. It was a blessing, until it wasn’t.

When what started as something innocent turned out to be something more sinister, you knew you had to get your hands dirty if you wanted to make it out alive with the shitload of money that was promised. You've had blood on your hands before you entered the games; there was no use pretending you were guileless. If you were going to survive, you knew there was no room for soft spots; you'd abandoned allies as soon as you'd made them, knowing that they could very well betray you in the next game.

The game ended prematurely when the votes finally tipped over to X side's favor (which was by your design). You planned to disappear and start anew somewhere far away, like what you expected the other players to do as well. What you didn't expect, however, was to be tracked down by someone who sought out who he believed to be his saving grace.

prologue chapter i chapter ii

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Everybody Loves A Winner (So Nobody Loved Me) : chapter ii

warnings: profanity, violence, extremely canon divergent, inaccurate depictions of injury, sad dae-ho, tweaking nam-gyu, mentions of reader smoking

word count: 2.2k

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Like most nights, even before the games, you spent it awake. The only thing missing now would be the handy lighter and cigarette that you occasionally smoked. Eventually, just staring up at the bunk above yours got boring, so you sat up. Nam-gyu’s senseless ramblings didn’t tire you out, but it was a damn good distraction. For a second, you forgot that you would have to actually risk your life again the next day, being so wrapped up in your annoyance (?) towards him. In the dark, there was nothing much to be seen. But you could feel it. You could feel the pair of eyes watching you like a hawk— even before you tried to get a wink of sleep, even before you talked to 124. But somehow, you knew it wasn't anything malicious. Somehow, you knew who it was. You just knew.

388.

You don’t even know his name, just that he saved your ass during the first round, and that you saved him in the latest round. Well, you also knew that his freeze-up during the rebellion was the reason 456 chased him down during Hide and Seek. Sighing, you rose from your bed and quietly made your way to the restrooms. Maybe a splash of water to your face would do you good. 

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“Fuck, sorry,” you mumbled an apology under your breath, having bumped into someone on your way back to the lobby. You glanced at the number of his chest, knowing immediately who he was. He stared down at you for a few beats, unblinking, before he spoke. “Why did you do it?” he said, his voice low in the quiet of the empty halls.

Now, it was your turn to stay silent. You knew exactly what he was referring to, but you didn’t quite have an answer. Why did you do it? Your lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. At least, nothing sensible anyway. He didn’t take offense in your silence, but he only grew more desperate at your lack of an answer. He needed to know. He needed to know why you saved him. “I- I don’t know,” you finally responded. It was the truth. You didn’t know why, but you still did. You barely knew him, and you could have simply turned away and saved yourself. Now, you had a wound in your shoulder just because you dared to pull his attempted killer off of him. 

“I… I guess I felt like I owed you,” you added, along with a small shrug. You simply returned the favor, you supposed. 

════════════════════════════════════ A small, surprised noise left your lips as he suddenly wrapped his arms around you. He might as well have lunged at you, sending you a few steps back and into a wall. You felt him shaking around you, and you felt the minor obligation to comfort him. Your hands awkwardly went up, one to rest on his shoulder to hug him back, the other rubbing up and down on the expanse of his back. He pulled away after a few moments, and you could see the track of tears down his cheeks. It was such a stark difference to the man you’d seen smiling and laughing optimistically just a few days ago. You couldn’t blame him for changing so drastically, seeing and being surrounded by death was meant to break you down. You were convinced that the mastermind of these games were just doing this for the sake of entertainment. “Th-thank you,” he whispered out shakily, “I- I didn’t think I was… worth s-saving.” You nodded understandingly, the reason left unspoken. The two of you stood there silently, save for his occasional sniffling. It would have been a nice moment, but you still felt tense under the watchful eye of the two guards standing at the other end of the hall. Which reminded you, you two had to return to the lobby soon. “Just make sure you survive the next game, alright?” you spoke again, a certain lightheartedness in your tone, “Don’t let my stab wound be in vain.”  ════════════════════════════════════

The two of you retreated back to the lobby, parting ways when you both made your way back to your respective bed. You and Nam-gyu settled a few bunks away from the last remaining few of the X team. You don’t know about him, but you didn’t feel like sticking to them after you’d been a part of the team that kept them trapped in these death games for the last few rounds. Nam-gyu probably voted to leave because he’d lost his drugs.

You laid back down on your bed, the mattress feeling like a cloud compared to the one you had back in your home. If you could even call it that. A small space for a bed, and barely enough space for the rest of your stuff. You didn’t even have a kitchen or a bathroom. You relied on the food in the rundown convenience store a few blocks from your place, and your baths in the gym next to it. The older man who owned it was decent enough to let you use the showers for free. You’re fairly sure he was hitting on you, though. The memories of your life before the games kept replaying in your head, and it made you appreciate your life before, no matter how shitty it’s been. Eventually, the comfort of your bed lulled you to sleep, finally getting a well-earned rest. 

════════════════════════════════════ Your day started nicely enough. Awoken by the harsh fluorescent of the lobby’s lights, then escorted to this day’s game arena first thing in the morning. Your shoulder hadn’t hurt until an asshole bumped into you on purpose, which made you sincerely hope that he would bite the dust in the next game. And if that wasn’t enough, Nam-gyu seemed to stick to you like a stain you couldn’t get rid of. The fucker imprinted on you like a baby duck after he’d gone insane desperate from his withdrawals. You weren’t even sure if he could be of use to you, with the guy jumping at every little sound like a soldier suffering from shellshock.

The arena stood silently still as the players processed their surroundings. They all stood on one platform with a creepy doll looking statue, a similar one on the other end of the bridge. The two dolls were connected by something that looked like a rope— so they could all guess what the game would be. You sounded out the commotion, silently considering if you should go first or last. It seemed like your clingy little friend beat you to it, when that guy he’d been bothering— Player 125, threw the very cross necklace he’d been going insane over. You winced under your breath as he jumped, his hands planted on the narrow bridge to support him until he got to the necklace. When he got his hands on it, he seemed to tense up. What the fuck is he doing? “Nam-gyu, jump!” You said, jumping onto the platform. You don’t know what came over you, but you just had to. 

Your voice snapped him out of it quickly, reminding him to jump. Though the cross was of no use to him anymore, he pocketed it, as he kept moving forward while stealing glances at you, until he made it to the other side. Despite his murderous rampage just the day before, everyone cheered as he made it, the other players taking it as an omen that they too, could make it. Soon enough, you’d made it to the platform as well, sinking to the floor as you leaned against the doll statue’s leg. It took you more than a few moments to catch your breath, your legs aching like you’d just ran a marathon. Meanwhile, Nam-gyu was… well, nearly in tears once more. Gripping and tugging at his hair, mumbling to himself as he paced.

You got on your feet, as the other players had gotten on the bridge as well. Your heart beat harshly within you, and you could hear it in your ears. You had the chance now, to make sure the odds tip in your favor. To return the favor to the poor people who’d been voting X like they even had a chance against the majority.

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“Hey, Nam-gyu?” you suddenly called out, to which his head turned to look at you. He seemed mildly irritated, but his attention stayed on you anyway, mumbling out a small sound of acknowledgement. When you stayed silent, his gaze followed yours, to the players who were on their way to the platform the two of you stood on. When you glanced back at him with that look, he seemed to understand the intention within. He swallowed back non-existent saliva nervously, eyes rapidly blinking. “You wanna get out of here, or not?” you suddenly cut through his erratic thoughts. “Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” he stammered, walking to her side, rolling his neck as one player was nearing the platform. 

For the greater good, you told yourself as you grit your teeth and swallowed back the pain as you used even your wounded side to push the bastard off. 

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On the starting end, stood Dae-ho, 222, 120, 149— the only four left of 465’s group. Five, if you counted the infant. 

They were debating who should carry the three most vulnerable members of their group. There wasn’t much time to argue, and they quickly came to an agreement: Dae-ho would assist 149 across the bridge 120 would carry the baby across, then come back for the injured 222. But before they started getting ready to go across, their eyes landed on the end point— where Player 124 and 117 were tag-teaming the players and pushing them off before they could even step off the bridge. It was horrifying how the man always seemed to find a partner to kill people with…more so horrifying, when someone they thought half-decent was the other half of the pair that was mercilessly pushing people off—it was only hours ago when Dae-ho muttered something about you saving him. And that was with a wound to the shoulder, too. 

Hesitance licked up their spines. Would you and 124 try and push them off, as well? On her own, 120 could easily overpower the two of you, but she was carrying something fragile. 

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You glanced at the timer. Barely 10 minutes left on the clock, and they still weren’t crossing the bridge. Your face pinched in confusion, eyes locked on them—specifically, Dae-ho. You saw the trepidation that settled within him and his companions. The realization dawned upon you, lips parting. You’d never cared before about how you looked to anyone—so why did the thought of him them looking at you like a deranged psychopath make you nauseous? “What are you doing? Go across!” you shouted, making sure they heard it. You raised your hands in surrender, backing away and nudging Nam-gyu to do the same.

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With a few seconds left to spare, 222 made it to the end, carried on 120’s back. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You wanted to approach them, ask if they were okay… but you stayed in your place. It wasn’t until Nam-gyu shook you when you were getting escorted back to the lobby did you move. 

You barely processed it—the guards handed all of you a box containing suits for you to change into. You were the last one to do so, returning to the lobby decorated like a fine-dining restaurant. You sat down on the only empty table, filled with all the food you’d been dreaming off for the last few days. You were reluctant to touch it, but after seeing the rest of the players gorge themselves… why let yourself be any different? The sickly sweet voice ringing out through the intercom was barely heard by the remaining players, but you could pick up a few words. It referred to you and the others as finalists. And when the guards pushed out the two buttons that’d been the cause of your prolonged stay—little instruction was needed. 

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The order in which the players would be called to vote was least to greatest, according to the guards, which meant you would go first. You stood from your seat, feet heavy as they dragged you to the platform. You didn’t hesitate to press the X button, retreating to your seat. The rest followed suit, and you didn’t bother looking at the vote counter. You knew X had won. After all, that’s why you’d done what you’d done. 

The guards announced the result, the one you’d been anticipating: “The games were over.”

All of you were set to be brought home, each player taking ₩7.5 billion. It should have felt like victory. The money was enough for all of you to cover each of your debts, while leaving you with enough money to disappear or live in luxury like the people in charge of these games. But with all that you’ve witnessed—deaths, shattered hopes, and broken families, as well as the crushing inner turmoil that was gifted alongside the money? 

None of you felt like a winner. 

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Everybody Loves A Winner (So Nobody Loved Me) : chapter i

warnings: violence, canon divergent, profanity, inaccurate depictions of injuries because the author is not a doctor and has never been stabbed, profanity, probably inaccurate depictions of withdrawal (i went off roh jae-won's protrayal)

word count: 1.7k

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There were at least twenty minutes left on the timer. The blue vest you wore and the keys around your neck has never felt more heavy. You were lucky enough to have evaded player 333 and 124, seeing as they went on a rampage. Every path inside the maze smelt of the crimson that painted its walls and pooled on the floors. You were careful not to step on them, lest someone tracked you down and stuffed their dagger into your neck. As much as appealing the idea was, you would like to be buried with a headstone. Not in this strange goddamn place. Though, you were certain death was awaiting you outside the games as well. After all, it was barely a week ago when your drunk boss nearly tossed you to the side of the road for not accomplishing what he’d asked of you: collect the loan he gave to a poor mother and son for the father’s treatment. You couldn’t do it, not after seeing just how desperate they were. What more if you disappeared from “work” for a few days? The damn exit seemed to avoid you at every turn. It felt like you’ve been here before— it felt like you were running in circles. You pass by a door— slightly ajar, and marked with blood. You almost walked past it if not for the subtle noises inside. Your instincts told you to just walk away. That there was another blue-vested player dying inside, and that you would be next if you didn’t go away. You’ve always listened to your instincts your whole life. It’s how you got here. It’s how you got that soul-draining job. It’s how you turned into nothing— like a chewed up gum, discarded and stuck under the desk, despite doing well in your early life. It felt like every single thing that your parents told you about your future were true. 

It took every fiber in your body to do so, but you stepped in. Walking up the stairs, the noises of struggle got louder. Shit.

Your body acted without thought, tackling the player from behind as he choked someone under him. It took every last bit of strength in your body to do so, the red-vested player seemed like he was deeply invested in killing him. You saw it earlier. How player 456’s eyes landed on player 388 the second that the intercom declared that every red-vested player would have to kill a blue-vested one to pass. Like he had locked onto a target. For what? For failing in that damn rebellion? It was never going to work anyway. Did they think they could overthrow the games, the whole organization? How foolish. But you respected their bravery. You could never muster up the courage to do that. To rebel against the system. You let out a strangled grunt, your head hitting against the wall harshly as your arm wrapped around 456’s neck. He squirmed, trying to escape your grip. Unfortunately, you were just as determined. You didn’t know why you even had a desire to save the guy he was choking, but alas, you did.

A cry left your lips as the guy managed to reach for the dagger that he’d previously dropped, stuffing it mercilessly into your shoulder. It wasn’t deep enough to have done real damage, but your arms loosened around him. He took advantage of your loosened grip to place his focus back on what looked like his life’s mission: extract revenge on player 388. But it was two against one. 388 managed a strong kick to 456’s head, rendering him unconscious. But after that, he just stood over his attempted killer’s body, eyes wide and hands shaking. Only when you got up, gripping his arm, did he snap back to reality.  “Fuck, fuck—” you swore under you breath, feeling the intense throb of your wound around the dagger that was still embedded, “Can you help me?”

His eyes widened in surprise. Why… you hadn’t looked upon him with hatred, like Gi-hun, like the others did. He thought he was a complete failure, and that barely minutes ago, he was going to die thinking that others thought the same. He swallowed, blinking rapidly as he nodded. He shakily reached up to the dagger, gripping it, and pulling it out as fast as he could. Your grip on his arm tightened, making him wince a little. But it was no comparison to the pressure held on his throat earlier.

He could have died. He should have died. He didn’t know whether to drop to his knees to thank you for saving him, or if he should resent you for preventing the loss of another pathetic coward to the world. There wasn’t any time to think of a decision when you were already leading him away, still gripping his forearm. And he let you. 

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Five-ish minutes left on the clock, and the both of you happened upon player 149 and 222… and the baby in the latter’s hands. You and 388 were shocked at his, but he wasn’t all too speechless. Apparently, he already knew she was pregnant. Player 120 having found the exit, led your newly formed group to the exit. You followed behind them, but not without pocketing one of the daggers that a fallen player dropped. Player 222, 149, 388, 117, 120: pass.  And a few minutes later: Player 456, eliminated.

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Just like that, it was over. They were led back to the lobby, the remaining players on the X side scarce. It left a feeling of dread within your chest, and you could only hope that the O population was halved, too. 

…It wasn’t.

From the looks of it, O would still get the majority. The men pressed the O button with no hesitation, a lean and hungry look in their eyes. There wasn’t any convincing them to vote otherwise, anyway. They were determined to win the games and split the money amongst themselves— that is, if they didn't stab each other in the back before that happened. Their shared arrogance and self-assurance soothed something in you, though. ════════════════════════════════════

You could see the apprehension in their eyes once the blue vests came off. The O patch that sat on your jacket was a symbol of deceit and a lack of morality, considering how the last few games went. You didn’t blame them, of course. Standing before the two buttons, you’ve never faced such an arduous choice. On one hand, it wouldn’t hurt to get a little more money, then shift votes after the next game… but the soft cry of a baby in the corner snapped you out of it. Damn it. Your fist pressed against the X button, ripping off the O badge off your jacket in favor of the other. You stood on the other side, aware of the glare the men on the O side were giving you. To them, it was an act of betrayal. By now, two had converted to the X side: you, and that junkie player 124. 

Those two extra votes were nothing, though. As it had multiple times before, greed triumphed the vote. 

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You leaned against the wall, now sitting in the bed of your choosing on the X side. It was virtually the only bed unstained with blood, sweat or piss from the other players. You finally let yourself take a breath, the last game having nearly killed you. You wanted to sleep, you really did— but the throbbing ache of the wound on your shoulder and the threat of the other players smothering you in your sleep prevailed. 

…

“What the fuck is your problem?” the snap of your voice made the guy sitting on the bed beside you flinch. He was all psycho just half an hour ago, but how he was this fidgeting, twitchy mess. His heaving breath bothered you enough to make you visibly irritated. You half-expected him to tackle you to the ground for snapping at him, like he would have the previous games. 

But he didn’t. He looked like he was nearly in tears. You knew what it was, what was happening. You’ve witnessed it before, when you had to collect money from junkies. “I-I’m sorry, I just— fuck, I need that fucking cross,” 124 breathed out shakily, his eyes squeezed shut and his fists wrapped around the sheets of his bed, which was conveniently next to yours, “Must’ve fucking dropped it in the maze— s-shit, I think my head’s going to fucking explode.” You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes, despite the slight pang of sympathy within you. Well, it was him who chose to get high in the middle of fucking death games. It wasn’t your fault that he’d lost it and was now going through withdrawals without it. “...Sleep it off,” you suggested reluctantly, your voice low. 

“I can’t, I can’t, I wish I could, but my fucking head won’t let me,” he nearly whined, his hands going up to tug and scratch at his greasy, black locks, “Fuck, think ‘m gonna die in the next game without it, shitshitshitshit—”

“Can you fucking stop that?” “I will, I will, I’m sorry…” he panted apologetically, laying on the bed. He laid on his side, still shaking and gripping the sheets. The silence didn’t last long enough to your liking, as soon enough, he sat up once more, looking at you with a certain desperation in his eyes. “H-hey… I’m really sorry for bothering, but can you please keep talking to me? Fuck, I think it’s the only thing keeping my head from feeling like there’s someone stabbing me…” 

A heavy sigh left your lips, “Yeah, alright. What do you want to talk about, then?” “Anything, just— a-anything please,” came his sigh of barely concealed relief. Then followed his senseless ramblings about his life on the outside, in which ‘Thanos’ was mentioned amply. You responded with half-hearted ‘hm’s, sympathetic nods, until the madman finally ranted himself to sleep. You felt a shred of sympathy for him. Even if he’d gone a bit crazy in here, you couldn’t blame him. If you had a way to somehow numb yourself while having to avoid death, you would. You supposed he was only lucky he had Thanos with him. Well, at least until after the bathroom fight. Lucky for you, you didn’t have anyone in here. And it didn’t look like you were going to have anyone in here anytime soon… Well, unless Nam-gyu, as he’d introduced (repeatedly), counted. 

…Probably not. 

[sexytwerkerr69]

Everybody Loves A Winner (So Nobody Loved Me) : prologue

warnings: violence, religious themes, profanity

word count: 360+

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As a child, Dae-ho wasn’t particularly religious. He went with his mother and his sisters to Church every Sunday, memorized all the prayers and participated in rituals in Christianity. It was comforting, something he shared with his family. Every bead of the rosary done felt like another night with his sisters and his mother, huddled up in the room on a mid-October night. But as he grew, these habits started to fade. He started skipping out on going to Church, started getting bored of homilies. Crosses and rosaries turned into just another imagery of a religion he grew not to care for. But there were a few exceptions. Times when his father came from reeking of alcohol they couldn’t afford, in an especially pissed mood. When this happened, it seemed like his father couldn’t differentiate his son’s face from his boss’s. “Yeah? You fucking wussy!” was the usual, followed by the clinking of his belt as he unbuckled it to use against Dae-ho— or even a slipper, if he was lucky. ════════════════════════════════════

His bloody hands were clamped over his mouth, hiding behind a door with his eyes wide open in the dark. His heart was racing rapidly in his ears, and he’d hoped that Gi-hun would pass by the door and waste his time. In fact, he was praying for it. “—as it was in the beginning, is now and will be forever, amen. Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed—”The door was pushed away, to reveal the very person he’d been avoiding the most. For a second, he could see a flicker of his father’s face within Gi-hun’s. The only thing he could think to do was raise his hands in surrender. His breath was shaky, just as his hands were. He got to his feet, and did the only thing he thought would spare him. He knew he sounded pathetic, he was a loser, admitting everything he hated about himself to someone who might as well kill him.

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[sexytwerkerr69]

yall i have a fic posted on ao3, should i also post it here?

[whenigetscared]

I need fix it fics…

[sexytwerkerr69]

THEY NERFED MY BABIES 💔💔

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Sweet boyfriend Lu being mesmerized by your big eyes 24/7 YES PLS he’s always getting lost in them and says how beautiful they are

BIG BAMBI EYED GIRLIES IT’S OUR TIME TO SHINE!!

he’s SO obsessed with your eyes like it’s so canon in my head, everything about you is so beautiful to him but your eyes ? everytime he calls your name and you’re like “hm?” *looks up at him with your bambi eyes* best believe his heart does a somersault in his chest like he’s a GONER

[winterswake]

QUEEN RHAENYRA & KING AEGON II Protectors of the Realm

[memorydatas]

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for context:

[dragonquestv]

[an-actual-lion-deactivated20200]

“Beep Beep Bitch, You’re Gay!”

[leolikesaccountability]

Updated the lesbian flag and added nonbinary, pan, ace, and aro for all your tacky LBGTQ+ barcode needs.

[non-binary-ary]

Hope yall  like my abomination

[thegrimmlovely]

That last one is fucking moving istg

[silverjirachi]

at last. the gaydar

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[tattasrealgf-deactivated2023030]

CAN U LIKE MAKE A TATTA FIC LIST OF ALL THE ONES UVE READ CAUSE I CANT FIND ANY AND I SEE U ON THE FEW I HAVE FOUNDS COMMENT SECTIONS

OF COURSE !! i’m so happy someone notices my comments omg,, this makes me so happy that you asked this !!

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@poisonedprose

valentines day!

@poisonedprose

lost you

@poisonedprose

sweet like honey

@poisonedprose

goodbye is not the end

@surshica

BAD ROMANCE. <3

@surshica

BREAD SLICE !

@cantthinkofauserlololol

Tatta headcanons

@daechishiya

I missed you - Tatta x reader

@daechishiya

Partner - Tatta x reader

@boohbear19

Being Tatta’s Girl

@shunchitaro

Tatta x GN!Reader

NSFW

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AIB CHARACTERS REACTING TO S/O HAVING A WET DREAM

@aliceinborderlandsquidgame

NSFW Alphabet - Tatta Edition

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AIB characters react to a shy S/O during sex

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AIB BOYS REACTING TO A S/O WITH SENSITIVE NIPPLES DURING SEX

@skullpie

3:37 pm

@planetariumwriting

Daydreaming of you - Kodai Tatta (HC)

@dracoscum

lollipop - tatta k.

@nessinborderland

I Like It When You Cry

there are also some yandere stories for tatta !! one of my amazing friends wrote one,

@kxjbr

DON’T LEAVE ME. -Yandere! Kodai Tatta x GN! Reader

[sexytwerkerr69]

THANK YOU SM FOR INCLUDING ME ON HERE!!! IM SO HONORED!!!